I use too many words.
Next time, I'll try to shutup.

I am surviving off of fantasies barely based in reality
like reading a fairy tail but its set in New York circa 2002.
I never lived in the north - For the turn of the centurY-
but its close enough to make magic seem a bit realer.

If I take the shoes off your feet, use my name and a thick nib sharpie to violate ----- are they mine?

That's not what I meant to say but apparently that is in my heart.

If I see your shoes when you walk towards me, and I decide I love that shade of blue, does that mean you want me? You must be mine!

An alternate title would be delusional but that's just how these sorts of buildings make you feel this late at night.

You must admit, you fooled me first
but even now, I begin the story by blaming you.
I must rewrite the narrative meaning I must take blame
and I am not in the habit of taking anything but Walmart rings and other people's clothes.
That includes yours.

I gave them back, of course. Swifter than I typically do.
I hold on to things that help me dream of what is not mine.
I can finally admit to myself

'You make mistakes'
                (You are the problem)
I am the problem,
I am the issue
but most everything I do is presumably done with love.

I am so blind that this is what I think is love.

Most of the time, I get scared of who I am as a person.
       I am mean and I am judgy,
and I often find myself thinking- "don't be mean and judgy"
I feel like others may see me as hateful and awful to be around.

But then I remember that other people see me how I want them to see me.
They don't see me as a terrible person unless I am terrible to them.

Sometimes I am terrible to people, but in all honesty, it's better than faking it.
Being mean is okay, it makes me a Person.
Just like him, her, they, you.
         We are all mean and judgy Persons.
I don't seem to have a problem with it anymore.

I am, most certainly, bored.
I do not know where to go from here.
It's a little stressful, but I feel as if the majority of me really just doesn't care where I take this, to be completely honest. I am just
here, I suppose.

This is very much just for fun, but I guess it is kinda letting me let off some steam.

I fall back into depressive habits when I can't control my hair.
I have absolutely no clue why, but something about my happiness is linked directly to my hair
like Sampson.
It's where my power comes from.

            Anywhere, here is a different time for me to work through.

I have what I need I just have to figure it out. It's not that any of this is relevant to any of you,
but maybe it is. I just wanted to let you know.
Just in case